Bartholomew Fair is expired and gone

At the request of a gentleman the following verses are inserted.

Since Barthol’mew Fair is expir’d and gone,
How many poor puddings will, alas, be undone?
Thrice happy thy Fate, which has fix’d thee at Chelsea,
Whilst others want Stages, and known’t where to else be:
There Andrew Glorioso thou reignest alone,
And Saltero’s balcony is wholly thy own;
Whence lately we’ve heard thy famous composures,
To the tune of Walk in, here’s Punch, and Raree Show Sirs.
Thus Fortune and Nature sometimes do conspire.
With a genius plac’d in a suitable sphere;
Which when it so happens, as sure it here must, Sir,
Both yeild [sic] to each other a mutual lustre.

     [English Post, 15-17 December 1708]